A/N: Interesting chapter here. More big news for the Benson family…Hmm. I'm really happy with this chapter and hope you will be, too!

Freddie looked up from the camera at the irritated family standing opposite him. All of them in red and white shirts, the mother and father were trying to paste smiles onto their faces as they coped with a screaming toddler that was clinging to his mother's head, a four year old who kept begging his father for candy and a bratty-looking six year old girl who looked as if she would like nothing more than to bite Freddie on the nose.

Freddie ran a hand through his brown hair exasperatedly. He hadn't had a headache like this in years.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Freddie shouted over the din.

"Yes?" The flustered mother shouted back.

"It's been almost ten minutes. Your photo time slot's only got about two minutes left, are you almost ready?"

The mother sighed with relief as the screaming toddler loosened his grip on her head and his screams grew less loud. Freddie felt a rush of pity towards her. Little kids were hard to handle. He felt glad he didn't have any.

…Oh.

The father of the children rushed over to Freddie.

"Mr. Benson…" he said tiredly. "Could I pay you in advance for ten extra minutes?"

Freddie looked at the line of people waiting on the other side of the half-wall. One of his co-workers was filling out forms for a mother and father with a girl who looked about twelve. He tried not to think about how much he wished he was taking pictures for a family with more grown-up kids.

He sighed. "I suppose so."

"And…"

"Yes?"

"Do you have any candy?"

Freddie blinked. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out five small lollipops.

"These are my wife's. She's meeting me at the hospital in a little while."

"She alright?" the father said as he stopped the four year old from taking Sam's suckers.

"More than alright, she's gonna have a baby here in about six months. We're going to see if we can find out whether her baby's a boy or a girl today." Freddie said with a smile. He had no idea why exactly he was telling this total stranger about it, but even thinking about Sam helped his headache.

"Anyways, sure, I'm sure Sam wouldn't mind if your kid had one of her-"

"Sam?" The father interrupted, surprised. "Sam as in…Sam Puckett?"

"…Yeah…" Freddie said. "How do you know her?"
"My older sister was a huge fan of iCarly."

Freddie gave a reminiscent smile. "Oh! Well, yes, that's her. She's Sam Benson now, though."

The father raised his eyebrows. "You married Sam Puckett? Wow. "

Freddie nodded. "Which flavor does your kid want?"

"Which ones do you have?"

Freddie checked the labels. "Bacon…pork…chicken…another pork…and beef. Take your pick."

The father considered.

"Beef."

As soon as the sucker entered the boy's mouth, an enormous scream erupted from the toddler. Freddie leaned to the left to see what exactly was wrong with it and saw that the toddler's pants were soaked through.

He groaned inwardly.

At that moment, Freddie's assistant, who worked the check-in line in front of Freddie's studio, walked up to him, her phone in her hand.

"Mr. Benson? Sir, Mrs. Benson's waiting for you at the hospital."

Freddie checked his watch and received a shock- he was already late to meet Sam. He looked from the phone to the distressed father to his assistant.

"Listen, I've gotta go." Freddie said to the father.

"But the photo's-"

"I'll take care of them." Freddie's assistant said.

Freddie looked at her. "You sure?"

"Mhm."

Freddie didn't need telling twice. He rushed from the studio as the shrieking wails of the two year old reverberated off the walls.

As he took off in his car, he popped two Aspirin in his mouth. What a day.

Meanwhile, an irate Sam was lying in the ultrasound room, hooked up to several machines. The doctors were observing the behavior of the fetus on the monitor, occasionally jotting things down.

One of the doctors turned over to Sam.

"Alright, Mrs. Benson, are you and your husband finding out about the baby's sex or being surprised?"

Sam thought about it. "We're finding out." She said finally. "But don't tell us till Freddie gets here, OK?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course, Mrs. Benson. We won't know ourselves for about twenty more minutes. Once your husband gets here, you two can talk for a minute or so, then call us back in and we'll let you know."

The doctors rose and left the room in a neat single file line, leaving Sam to stare up at the picture of her fetus. She shuddered as she remembered that the black and white scribbles up there were inside of her, totally at her mercy. She placed her hand on her stomach as she watched its heart beating. No matter how hard she tried, Sam had no idea if her baby was a boy or a girl. At least she'd know soon.

At that moment, the door of the waiting room was thrown open by Freddie, who had traveled here going ten over the speed limit-a personal record for him- to get to Sam. Having already memorized the room number that Sam was in, he took off past the desk clerk without even bothering to check in and let them know where he was headed. The desk clerk rolled her eyes as two security guards stopped Freddie in his tracks.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Freddie glared up at the security guards. "Trying to get to my wife back there."

"And why didn't you check in first?"

Freddie sighed. Without giving an answer, he turned around and checked in.

A few minutes later, he was finally there beside Sam.

"Took you long enough."

"You're not mad, are you?"

Sam gave him her famous death glare. Freddie winced.

Sam giggled, her glare fading into a smile. "No."

Freddie sighed with relief. "Good. So, boy or girl?"

"We won't know for fifteen more minutes." Sam replied. She'd been keeping careful track of the time.

Freddie's eyes wandered to the fetus onscreen, and for a few minutes the two just watched the scratchy image of the baby they'd have with them soon.

"So…do you want a boy or girl?" Sam asked after the very long quiet.

Freddie shrugged. "Well, it'd be nice to have a boy. We could do a whole bunch of cool man things. I could teach him hunting."

Sam rolled her eyes. "Pfft. If we have a boy, the hunting teacher would be Momma. However, you could stick around and be target practice."

Freddie rolled his eyes. "Ha, ha."

"So you want a boy, huh?"

"I guess so…you?"

Sam looked up at him. "I kind of want a girl."

"Surprise, surprise."

"Well, I think I'd rather stick to my strengths when it comes to being a first time mom."

"Same here."

There was another silence.

"I think that you're gonna have a boy, Sam. Seriously."

"What makes you say that, Bens-Fredward?" Sam replied, forgetting temporarily that 'Benson' wasn't the right name to stick on him anymore.

"Cause I've seen pictures of when my mom was pregnant with me, and the shape of her stomach and how she stood matched the way you are now. And we all know that produced a boy." Freddie said, jabbing his chest with his thumb at the last word.

"Not by much."

"Enough to get us into this situation."

"Good point."

Sam sighed. "Well, boy or girl, it's gonna be a Benson, so regardless it's gonna either love ham or computers."

"And I know you won't be disappointed if it's a boy who loves computers."

"Dude, that's the exact opposite of what I-"

"You love male Bensons who love computers." Freddie said smugly.

Sam smiled. "I guess you're right."

At that moment, the doctors returned with the results in their hands.

"Mr. and Mrs. Benson, we're thrilled to announce that you're having-"

"Don't bother, Doc, we know it's a boy." Freddie interrupted confidently. "I'm super excited to teach or boy how to hunt and catch and throw…"

"Freddie…" Sam sighed. It felt kind of strange saying it, because Sam was so used to having it be Freddie sighing her name in exasperation.

Freddie smirked at Sam. "You just wait Puck—Sam." He corrected himself, trying to remember that his wife was a Benson, not a Puckett.

He turned to the doctor.

"Tell us!" The Benson's pressed excitedly.

"Congratulations!" The doctor said with a smile.

"The new baby Benson's going to be a girl!"

There was a moment where Sam smiled at Freddie hugely, but before she could reach up to hug him he thudded to the floor in a dead faint.